เข้าสู่ระบบJenny I never thought a quiet night out would turn into something so wild, but there I was, sitting at the dimly lit bar in this small-town dive, nursing a whiskey on the rocks. The place was mostly empty, just a few locals scattered around, the jukebox humming some old rock tune. I was twenty-eight, single after a messy breakup, and craving a distraction from my dead-end job at the local diner. That's when they walked in….two soldiers, fresh off deployment, their uniforms crisp but their eyes tired and hungry.The taller one, with buzzed dark hair and a jawline that could cut glass, caught my eye first. He called himself Frank, broad shoulders straining against his shirt as he leaned on the bar next to me. His buddy, shorter but built like a tank with sandy blond hair and a cocky grin, was Ben. They were on leave, celebrating survival, and the way they scanned the room made my skin tingle. We started talking….easy banter about the base nearby, the shitty food they ate overseas, ho
The vibrator came next. He pressed it against my clit without warning, the buzz starting low and building as he taped it in place. “Hold still,” he ordered, though the vibrations made my thighs quiver. Then the whip…a multi-tailed flogger this time, its leather strands kissing my back in light strokes that warmed my skin before the real strikes landed. Each crack sent fire across my ass, my body jerking, which tugged the clamps and intensified the hum on my clit. I moaned, biting my lip to stifle louder cries. “Let it out. Pain sharpens the pleasure.” He chuckled.He escalated, dripping hot wax from a candle he'd lit off-scene. The first drops hit my shoulders, sizzling briefly before hardening, the heat contrasting the cool air. More followed, targeting my breasts around the clamps, each splatter making me arch. The vibrator ramped up, and I felt the orgasm building, coiling tight. But he paused it just as I teetered, leaving me panting and denied. “Not yet.” The flogger returned,
“Fresh blood,” he said, voice gravelly, sliding a tip across the bar. “Pour me a scotch, pet.” I rose gracefully, feeling the cool air tease my exposed pussy as I leaned to reach the bottle, my ass presented and exposed.He watched my every move, and when I handed him the glass, his fingers brushed mine, lingering. “Good girl. Now, entertain me.”I slipped around the bar at his nod, kneeling between his legs as he sat on a stool. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding my face to his crotch. I unzipped him with steady fingers, his cock springing free…thick and veined, already half-hard. I licked the underside slowly, savoring the salty taste, then took him into my mouth, sucking with hollowed cheeks. He groaned, thrusting shallowly, fucking my throat while chatting idly with a companion about stock prices. The casual dominance thrilled me.Word spread quickly. Soon, another man joined, he was a younger exec, sharp-suited, who pulled me onto his lap in a nearby booth. His hands roamed fr
He escalated gradually, introducing the whip next, it was a thin leather crop that whistled through the air. The first strike landed on my ass, a sharp crack that made me cry out. Red welts bloomed, but he followed with the vibrator again, circling my entrance before sliding it inside. “Feel how they blend,” he said, thrusting the toy deep while cropping my thighs lightly. Each snap heightened the vibrations, turning sting into throb, throb into need. I was panting, begging incoherently, my body was like a live wire of sensation.Hot wax came after, to test my threshold for sustained burn. Marcus lit a candle, tilting it over my back as I lay restrained on my stomach. The first drops hit like liquid fire, hardening quickly on my skin. I arched, gasping, but he held me down, dripping more along my spine, then lower, teasing the cleft of my ass. “Embrace the heat,” he growled, his free hand slipping between my legs to rub my swollen clit. The wax cooled into tight patterns, pulling wi
LindaI've always been drawn to the shadows of desire, the places where control slips away and raw power takes over. For years, I'd heard whispers about The Velvet Vault, an exclusive private club tucked away in the city's underbelly, accessible only to the elite and wealthy men who craved total dominance. It wasn't just a nightclub, it was a realm where women like me surrendered their bodies to be used, commanded, and reshaped by those who could afford the price. The thought of it consumed me. Nights alone in my cramped apartment, I'd touch myself imagining the leather-bound rooms, the heavy scent of musk and submission, the way a man's grip could turn pain into ecstasy. I needed to be part of it, not as a guest but as one of the girls who served, who endured, who begged for more. I'd do anything…absolutely anything to get inside those doors.My obsession started small. I saved every penny from my dead-end office job, researching the club's elusive reputation through underground fo
I ignored him, getting up with my plate, rinsing it in the sink, then he suddenly slammed his body against mine. Chest to my back, arms caging me to the counter, his erection grinding into my ass through the thin fabric. “Missed this,” he growled low, breathing hot on my ear, one hand yanking my head back by the hair. Pain shot through my scalp, then I gripped the edge of the sink.“Let go.” My voice came out shaky, but he laughed, diving his other hand under my shirt, shoving the bra up to palm my breast. His fingers clamped the nipple, twisting hard, sending jolts straight to my core. I bucked against him, but it only pressed his cock harder between my ass cheeks. He started rocking forward, the friction building heat.He yanked my jeans down in a swift tug, pooling at my knees, panties following. Cool air hit my bare skin, then he cracked his palm across my ass, the sting blooming immediately, followed by another and another, smacking it harder, flesh jiggling under the impact. “







